The sound of a bell echoed through tall stone corridors. Sunlight spilled through colored glass windows, painting the academy hall in shades of gold and crimson.
Eran lifted his head from his desk. His new body was younger, no more than seventeen, with lean muscles hidden beneath plain student robes.
Around him, the classroom bustled with noble heirs and prodigies, sons and daughters of dukes, generals, and merchant lords. Their laughter carried arrogance, their eyes sharp with superiority.
And him? He was the "nameless commoner."
"Hey, you. What's your name again?" A tall boy with slicked blonde hair leaned over his desk, smirking. He wore the academy crest like it was a crown.
Eran lowered his gaze, hiding the dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"…Eran."
The nobles around chuckled.
"Eran? Never heard of you. Must be dirt-born."
"Careful not to stain the floor, commoner."
The laughter stabbed at his ears, but inside, he smiled.
Mock me. Look down on me. The more you underestimate me, the sweeter your submission will taste.
The bell rang again, silencing the class.
Click. Click.
High heels struck the stone floor as their teacher entered. And she was nothing like the professors from Earth.
Tall. Elegant. A body that made silence fall. Her gown was tight enough to reveal her voluptuous curves, her long legs smooth under silk stockings. Her eyes sharp emerald—swept the class like blades.
"Sit straight," she commanded. Even the noble heirs obeyed.
Eran's gaze lingered just a second too long on the sway of her hips. She noticed.
"You," she said suddenly, her finger pointing straight at him. "The boy slouching. Stand up."
Dozens of eyes turned to him. The nobles smirked.
"Yes, Professor Selene," Eran said, rising slowly.
She narrowed her gaze. "You think my class is a place to nap? You are already at the bottom of this academy. Do you plan to embarrass yourself further?"
Whispers of laughter spread across the room.
Eran lowered his head, pretending ashamed.
BUT THEN ....
[System Alert: Dominion Quest generated.]
Objective: Break the pride of Selene Nightveil, the(Ice-Serpent Professor).
[Reward: +100 Charm Points]
[Skill Unlock – Whisper of Suggestion.]
A shiver ran down his spine. His lips curled faintly.
"Forgive me, Professor," he said, voice soft. "I'll work harder. I only… couldn't help but be distracted by how beautiful you look today."
The class erupted in gasps.
The nobles laughed louder.
"Did you hear that? The commoner dares flirt with Professor Selene!"
But Eran's eyes didn't waver. His words dripped with subtle intent, and the system pulsed—
[+5 Charm Points earned.]
For a moment, just a flicker, Selene's cheeks colored. She quickly hid it beneath her cold glare.
"Sit down," she snapped. But her voice wasn't as sharp as before.
He leaned back in his seat, his faint smile hidden behind lowered lashes. Around him, the nobles whispered, their voices sharp as knives.
"Did you see that? He actually flirted with Professor Selene."
"Pathetic. She'll crush him. She's known as the Ice Serpent for a reason."
"Better he learns his place early."
Professor Selene didn't immediately continue the lesson. For a fraction of a second, her emerald eyes lingered on him. Calculating. Testing.
Eran caught it, that flicker of hesitation. His chest warmed with a new kind of hunger—not just lust, but the satisfaction of his new power working.
So even you can be shaken. Perfect.
Selene finally turned back to the chalkboard. "Open your tomes. Page seventy-three."
Books rustled open. The students straightened, their pens scratching, their noble pride stitched into every movement.
Eran, however, kept his gaze low, not on the book but on the back of Selene's gown. The way it hugged her waist, the way the fabric pulled slightly each time she wrote on the board. He could almost imagine
[+3 Charm Points.]
[System recognizes focused desire.]
He smirked. Even my thoughts make me stronger now.
Half an hour later, Selene turned. "Pop quiz. Since some of you feel confident enough to waste time flirting " her eyes flicked at Eran briefly, " let's test your knowledge."
The nobles chuckled. This was bloodsport for them.
She scanned the room. "Eran. Stand."
He rose without flinching.
"Explain the difference between a Mana Thread and a Mana Vein. If you answer incorrectly…" her lips curved into a faint smirk, "you'll stay after class for discipline."
The room erupted in muffled laughter. "Discipline" under Selene usually meant menial punishment: scrubbing floors, carrying books, or magical sparring used as humiliation.
But Eran didn't panic.
SYSTEM…? he thought.
[Loading....]
Hint available: Mana Thread = minor stream for spells. Mana Vein = major channel linked to core.
Eran lifted his eyes, voice calm. "A Mana Thread is a thin, unstable stream of magical energy used to weave spells. A Mana Vein is a deeper channel, connected to one's core, which determines overall magical strength."
The room went silent.
Selene raised a brow. "Correct."
Correct—but she wasn't satisfied.
She leaned against the desk, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, her voice sharp but her posture deliberately alluring. "And tell me, commoner… how do you know this? You've barely been here a week."
A dangerous question. If he answered wrong, they'd laugh. If he acted too confident, she'd punish him anyway.
So Eran tilted his head, softened his gaze, and said gently, "Because I wanted to impress you, Professor."
The class gasped again.
Selene's lips parted slightly. For just a moment, her composure cracked. She recovered quickly, glaring. "Sit."
Eran sat, hiding the grin that tugged his lips.
[+12 Charm Points.]
[Progress toward Quest: 18%]
LATER~
The bell rang. The students packed their books, chatting as they left. Some threw smirks at Eran, muttering:
"Lucky guess."
"Watch, she'll break him after class."
"Dead man walking."
Selene closed her book slowly, her gaze flicking toward him.
"You. Stay."
The nobles snickered as they filed out. The heavy doors shut, leaving only him and her in the wide classroom. Silence.
Her heels clicked as she approached, stopping just before his desk. Arms crossed, eyes sharp.
"You think you're clever, don't you?" she said softly.
Eran looked up at her, feigning innocence. "I only wanted to answer, Professor."
Her eyes narrowed. "And to… impress me?"
The way she repeated his words—it wasn't anger. It was testing.
Eran lowered his gaze deliberately, letting silence stretch before murmuring, "…Was I wrong to try?"
Her breath caught. Barely audible.
For a split second, her hand twitched, as though tempted to touch his chin and force him to look at her. But she pulled back, hardening her tone.
"You're playing a dangerous game."
He leaned forward slightly, voice low. "So are you."
Their eyes locked.
[+15 Charm Points. Quest progress: 30%]
She exhaled sharply and turned away, walking toward her desk. "Clean the chalkboard. Then leave."
He stood, slowly dragging the eraser across the board, aware of her eyes on his back. He could feel the tension, the first crack in her icy armor.
When he finished, he set the eraser down and looked at her one last time.
"Thank you for keeping me after, Professor," he said with a faint smile. "It was the best part of my day."
And then he left, the echo of her silence following him.
SYSTEM UPDATE!
[Quest Updated: The Ice Serpent Professor is intrigued. Push further.]
Reward unlocked early: Skill Gained – Whisper of Suggestion.
Effect: Spoken words carry subtle persuasive force. Stronger with physical closeness.
Eran walked down the empty corridor, lips curling.
So this is my power. Seduction is my blade. Desire is my armor. And Professor Selene… you'll be the first of many.